To be a saint is the exception; to be a just person is the rule. Err, stumble, commit sin, but be one of the just.

I have been loving you a little more every minute since this morning.

If nobody loved, the sun would go out.

She loved with so much passion as she loved with ignorance. She did not know whether it were good or evil, beneficent or dangerous, necessary or accidental, eternal or transitory, permitted or prohibited: she loved.

If the infinite had no me, then me would be its limit. It would not be the infinite, therefore it would not be.

The production of souls is the secret of unfathomable depth.

Sublime upon sublime scarcely presents a contrast, and we need a little rest from everything, even the beautiful.